(glass clinking) (snappy music) - Pray silence for her illustrious highness, Mrs.
Ann Euphemia Isadora Forsyte.
- Lovely to see so many young people.
But sad to think they're seldom masters of their own fate.
- Well actually, I proposed.
- Of course you did.
Parents disappoint their children, children disappoint their parents.
Mine have a talent for it.
Kindly make the necessary arrangements and while you're at it.
- Yes?
- Your own affairs, get a grip on them, dear.
Your wife has a mind of her own.
Isn't that why you married her?
- June, what are you doing?
- Following my heart.
- Oh, dear.
I doubt you'll be flounced up like a meringue and served up for dessert.
- (laughing) You guessed.
- "Traviata".
(laughing) All that weeping and wailing annoys me.
- We do not admit ladies into the inner sanctum.
- Oh, the inner sanctum.
That solely exists because I paid for it.
Can I not see what my marriage settlement bought?
Set me a place.
Frances omitted to order tripe and I cannot abide breakfast without offal.
She will know that when the heart is set on something the more it's forbidden, the more it's craved.
Will it be a chase or a trap?
(laughing) (snappy music continues)
